Disclaimer: LOTR and anything else I missed does not belong to me.
Summery: In the year 2020, the humans have found out about the forgotten race of the elves. Elves are being persecuted by the government who only wants to experiment on them. The elves only hope is an ancient power so unstable that the host could become the next Sauron or the next Galadriel.
~*~Chapter 1: And So It Begins....~*~
Ilsaliel absently twirled her pen around her fingers, staring out of the window. (Why do I have to suffer through seven hours of school all at one time?) Ilsaliel thought, (Why can't I get out now?) Her prayers were answered when the intercom beeped, signaling an announcement.
"Could Ilsaliel Lalaith come sign out please?" The secretary's voice boomed through the speaker. Silently, Ilsaliel picked up her notebook and purse and headed towards the office, wondering why she was to leave, though not regretting it.
As she reached the office, she was stopped by a hand on her shoulder. Turning, she saw the most handsome being she had ever laid eyes on. He was taller than she, with long blonde hair pulled back into a low ponytail (covering the tops of his ears) , his bright blue eyes were searching her deep green ones. He was dressed in the most peculiar clothing, like something out of a medieval movie.
As Legolas gazed into her eyes, a small smile crept onto his face. Though her physical appearance had changed and her hair color had turned from golden blond to earthen brown, her eyes still held the same ancient mysteries and innocence as they had when he first met her centuries ago. His smile broadened at the memory. He had found her.
"You must come with me." His voice was quiet, not wanting to draw any attention to them.
Ilsaliel wrenched her arm free from the strange man's grasp. "I'm not going anywhere with you." She quietly retorted.
"Listen, we must leave. They are coming and if we do not go, then doom shall meet us in these dank halls." His voice was steady, but his eyes held a slight plea that was not lost on Ilsaliel.
"Who are 'they'?" Her heart told her to trust the older man before her, but the mind never trusts the heart, therefore she was still skeptical.
"Believe me when I say you do not want to find out." He took her hand in both of his. "Trust me." One look into his eyes was all the encouragement she needed, the battle within her was over, her heart being the victor. She inclined her head slightly, letting him know she would follow.
A loud crash and several angry voices were heard down the hall. They had run out of time. Seizing her arm he half lead, half dragged her down the dreary halls as the voices drew nearer.
"Get them!" A gruff voice yelled, not far behind the two.
Glancing back, Ilsaliel saw a sight she thought belonged in an action movie. Nine men dressed in all back, carrying M-16 assault rifles were charging after them.
Quickly dodging down the nearest turn off, the two tried in vain to escape their pursuers.
Ilsaliel realized where they were and quickly informed the elf. "Hey! We shouldn't be going this way!" She breathlessly yelled, "This hall just leads deeper into the school and eventually to a dead end."
Legolas, who had absolutely no idea where they were going, was ready to accept any help from the girl he had plucked out of homeroom. Stopping, he glanced back. No one was in sight, though he could still hear the heavy footsteps of their pursuers with his advanced elven hearing. "What do you suggest?"
Resting her hands on her knees, Ilsaliel caught some of her breath back before answering. "We should turn left at the next intersection, then right. At the end of that hall, there are doors to the courtyard. We can get out through there." She jumped slightly as the guards rounded the corner.
They stopped about 20 yards away, raising their guns at the two runaways. Instantly, Legolas unsheathed his knives, giving one to Ilsaliel. He took up a defensive stance, though he knew it was futile.
Ilsaliel looked at the knife, then at the M-16 assault rifles and almost burst out laughing. She would have if it weren't for her rising fear. It was the thought of the two of them, armed with mere knives versus nine men armed with the most high-tech weapons available......... it was laughable.
Looking over his shoulder, Legolas judged the distance from the next left turn; they were only about 5 feet away. He could make it, but he knew Ilsaliel could not. He had to think of something.
Following his gaze, Ilsaliel finally understood the meaning of phrase 'so close yet so far.'
"Put down your weapons and raise your hands where I can see them!" The guy who had spoke stepped forward, obviously the leader. No feature of his were visible, every part if him was covered in black, though it did not disguise the powerful muscles beneath. "Now!"
Grabbing his knife from Ilsaliel, he re-sheathed the weapons. Thinking quickly, he swept the girl into his arm and rushed towards the left passage.
Startled, Ilsaliel dropped her possessions and threw her arms around Legolas' neck. She shut her eyes as the sounds of triggers being pulled and bullets being fired reached her ears. She tightened her hold on Legolas, anticipating the pain that would soon follow.
But the pain never came, only the sound of bullets hitting stone, They had made it to temporary safety, but only just. She lightly touched the new wound on Legolas' arm where a bullet had grazed him. Upon hearing his slight intake of breath, she quickly pulled her hand away.
"I'm sorry." She said, realizing he had sustained an injury from protecting her. She hated the thought of anyone getting hurt on her account.
Legolas quickly ran right at the next intersection. Sensing her train of thought he replied, "You've no need to apologize. I brought the responsibility of protecting you upon myself, no matter the cost."
She was slightly puzzled by his words, but brushed it aside. "You can put me down now."
"No, though you are powerful, you are still half-human and cannot out run an elf."
Legolas' words puzzled her even more. What did he mean by half-human? And what the hell did he mean by powerful?
A new question was formed in her mind as she looked back at Legolas. When she had tightened her grip on Legolas' neck, she had accidentally pulled out his hair tie, revealing his pointed ears. (Who or what is this guy?)
The doors to the courtyard came into view. Legolas put on an extra burst of speed as the sounds of heavy footfalls on tile grew louder.
The two burst through the doors and ran into the courtyard...................
................straight into the arms of hundreds of heavily armed military men.
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A/N: Well, what do you think? Oh yeah and sorry for the delay, it's all because of school. I'm in a group for speech class and they elected me leader of it and I don't work well in groups and now I have the most work *cry* If I wasn't reading Legolas fan fiction (^_^) I probably wouldn't be the leader of the group now. *sigh* Oh well, enough of my ranting, the next chapter will be up soon. Maybe even tonight if I get it typed. Namarie.
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Arwyn: Do not worry, I won't be turning this into a Mary-Sue. I have had this story in my head for a while, tried to write it, didn't like the way it was going, deleted it, then re-wrote it. I have chapters 1-5 done. I believe this is going to be a seven-chapter story. Thank you for the review!
Until we meet again faithful readers, Namarie.
Summery: In the year 2020, the humans have found out about the forgotten race of the elves. Elves are being persecuted by the government who only wants to experiment on them. The elves only hope is an ancient power so unstable that the host could become the next Sauron or the next Galadriel.
~*~Chapter 1: And So It Begins....~*~
Ilsaliel absently twirled her pen around her fingers, staring out of the window. (Why do I have to suffer through seven hours of school all at one time?) Ilsaliel thought, (Why can't I get out now?) Her prayers were answered when the intercom beeped, signaling an announcement.
"Could Ilsaliel Lalaith come sign out please?" The secretary's voice boomed through the speaker. Silently, Ilsaliel picked up her notebook and purse and headed towards the office, wondering why she was to leave, though not regretting it.
As she reached the office, she was stopped by a hand on her shoulder. Turning, she saw the most handsome being she had ever laid eyes on. He was taller than she, with long blonde hair pulled back into a low ponytail (covering the tops of his ears) , his bright blue eyes were searching her deep green ones. He was dressed in the most peculiar clothing, like something out of a medieval movie.
As Legolas gazed into her eyes, a small smile crept onto his face. Though her physical appearance had changed and her hair color had turned from golden blond to earthen brown, her eyes still held the same ancient mysteries and innocence as they had when he first met her centuries ago. His smile broadened at the memory. He had found her.
"You must come with me." His voice was quiet, not wanting to draw any attention to them.
Ilsaliel wrenched her arm free from the strange man's grasp. "I'm not going anywhere with you." She quietly retorted.
"Listen, we must leave. They are coming and if we do not go, then doom shall meet us in these dank halls." His voice was steady, but his eyes held a slight plea that was not lost on Ilsaliel.
"Who are 'they'?" Her heart told her to trust the older man before her, but the mind never trusts the heart, therefore she was still skeptical.
"Believe me when I say you do not want to find out." He took her hand in both of his. "Trust me." One look into his eyes was all the encouragement she needed, the battle within her was over, her heart being the victor. She inclined her head slightly, letting him know she would follow.
A loud crash and several angry voices were heard down the hall. They had run out of time. Seizing her arm he half lead, half dragged her down the dreary halls as the voices drew nearer.
"Get them!" A gruff voice yelled, not far behind the two.
Glancing back, Ilsaliel saw a sight she thought belonged in an action movie. Nine men dressed in all back, carrying M-16 assault rifles were charging after them.
Quickly dodging down the nearest turn off, the two tried in vain to escape their pursuers.
Ilsaliel realized where they were and quickly informed the elf. "Hey! We shouldn't be going this way!" She breathlessly yelled, "This hall just leads deeper into the school and eventually to a dead end."
Legolas, who had absolutely no idea where they were going, was ready to accept any help from the girl he had plucked out of homeroom. Stopping, he glanced back. No one was in sight, though he could still hear the heavy footsteps of their pursuers with his advanced elven hearing. "What do you suggest?"
Resting her hands on her knees, Ilsaliel caught some of her breath back before answering. "We should turn left at the next intersection, then right. At the end of that hall, there are doors to the courtyard. We can get out through there." She jumped slightly as the guards rounded the corner.
They stopped about 20 yards away, raising their guns at the two runaways. Instantly, Legolas unsheathed his knives, giving one to Ilsaliel. He took up a defensive stance, though he knew it was futile.
Ilsaliel looked at the knife, then at the M-16 assault rifles and almost burst out laughing. She would have if it weren't for her rising fear. It was the thought of the two of them, armed with mere knives versus nine men armed with the most high-tech weapons available......... it was laughable.
Looking over his shoulder, Legolas judged the distance from the next left turn; they were only about 5 feet away. He could make it, but he knew Ilsaliel could not. He had to think of something.
Following his gaze, Ilsaliel finally understood the meaning of phrase 'so close yet so far.'
"Put down your weapons and raise your hands where I can see them!" The guy who had spoke stepped forward, obviously the leader. No feature of his were visible, every part if him was covered in black, though it did not disguise the powerful muscles beneath. "Now!"
Grabbing his knife from Ilsaliel, he re-sheathed the weapons. Thinking quickly, he swept the girl into his arm and rushed towards the left passage.
Startled, Ilsaliel dropped her possessions and threw her arms around Legolas' neck. She shut her eyes as the sounds of triggers being pulled and bullets being fired reached her ears. She tightened her hold on Legolas, anticipating the pain that would soon follow.
But the pain never came, only the sound of bullets hitting stone, They had made it to temporary safety, but only just. She lightly touched the new wound on Legolas' arm where a bullet had grazed him. Upon hearing his slight intake of breath, she quickly pulled her hand away.
"I'm sorry." She said, realizing he had sustained an injury from protecting her. She hated the thought of anyone getting hurt on her account.
Legolas quickly ran right at the next intersection. Sensing her train of thought he replied, "You've no need to apologize. I brought the responsibility of protecting you upon myself, no matter the cost."
She was slightly puzzled by his words, but brushed it aside. "You can put me down now."
"No, though you are powerful, you are still half-human and cannot out run an elf."
Legolas' words puzzled her even more. What did he mean by half-human? And what the hell did he mean by powerful?
A new question was formed in her mind as she looked back at Legolas. When she had tightened her grip on Legolas' neck, she had accidentally pulled out his hair tie, revealing his pointed ears. (Who or what is this guy?)
The doors to the courtyard came into view. Legolas put on an extra burst of speed as the sounds of heavy footfalls on tile grew louder.
The two burst through the doors and ran into the courtyard...................
................straight into the arms of hundreds of heavily armed military men.
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A/N: Well, what do you think? Oh yeah and sorry for the delay, it's all because of school. I'm in a group for speech class and they elected me leader of it and I don't work well in groups and now I have the most work *cry* If I wasn't reading Legolas fan fiction (^_^) I probably wouldn't be the leader of the group now. *sigh* Oh well, enough of my ranting, the next chapter will be up soon. Maybe even tonight if I get it typed. Namarie.
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Arwyn: Do not worry, I won't be turning this into a Mary-Sue. I have had this story in my head for a while, tried to write it, didn't like the way it was going, deleted it, then re-wrote it. I have chapters 1-5 done. I believe this is going to be a seven-chapter story. Thank you for the review!
Until we meet again faithful readers, Namarie.